70spoems/country

COUNTRY GIRLS

In farmhouse basements country girls,
the older ones, played dress up.
Fabricating figures from kerosene lamps,
finding hope in Sears Roebuck’s depiction,
the full range of possibility,
size A through G. Doomed to frustration,
a B the most they dare aspire to.
They giggled and snickered,
they dreamed the burning dreams
of young girls rubbed raw from
what they tried to dream.

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